Chapter 10

Pam was happy to be getting away from the hotbed of excitement.

Her friend Betty Stevens had come over to take her place. Things were very hectic at the charity bazaar, and Pam didn't like the frenzied moments.

She enjoyed relaxation much more, so when Betty arrived, she greeted her with a relieved grin.

"O.K., Betty, it's your responsibility now," she said, stepping from behind the booth where she was standing.

"O.K., I came to bail you out, dear."

"Thank you very much. I'm glad somebody is willing to share time with me."

"Glad to help."

"Well have to have lunch again next week," a grateful Pam said, as she began to walk away. "O.K., sounds good."

"Goodbye now." "'Bye, dear."

"If you need me for anything, you can call me at home."

"O.K., but I think I'll be able to keep things pretty well in hand."

"I think you will," Pam nodded.

With great relief, Pam walked into the parking lot, got into her car, and drove leisurely back home.

She observed the Firebird in the driveway. It made her feel relieved. She decided that with Harold at home in the afternoon, there was no danger of him being with that girl.

Of course, the more she thought about it, the more she came to the conclusion that Betty had been right Perhaps she had been a little bit too harsh on her son. He knew how to handle himself, and if Daisy was as bad as she feared, then he would know how to handle her in a tactful way.

Pam walked into the house, looking around, then calling out to her son.

"Harold, where are you?" she asked.

She checked every room in the house, then decided to check the backyard. After all, she thought, they did have a nice swimming pool, and with it being warm and all, it certainly was within the realm of possibility that her vigorous young athletic son would be utilizing the pool.

Just as she was about to step out the back door, she looked out the window and observed an unfamiliar sight that practically took her breath away.

She leaned forward in dumbfounded amazement and looked out the window, observing what was occurring.

As she stood there watching the developing action, she observed her young son plunging his body forward as he prepared to enter inside Daisy's hot vagina.

Daisy was backed up against the edge of the pool, her legs kicking eagerly as she prepared to be entered by him.

At first Pam became so incensed that she decided to go out and put a stop to this terrible nonsense. But as she observed her son thrusting his body forward and delivering those penis stabs in the direction of Daisy's flaming and willing mound, she thought differently.

Pam was standing there in an hypnotic trance, watching her son continue to plunge his penis ever so eagerly inside the hot mound of Daisy.

"Oh, plunge it into me," Daisy was gasping.

All the while an enchanted Harold was plunging his erect instrument into her at an ever deepening level, enjoying what was occurring.

He was totally immersed in his own dreamy, insulated world, not having the faintest notion that his mother was at that very moment watching him through the window.

"Oh, plunge it into me, oh, I like your stroke action," Daisy said. "Keep on driving that rod of yours into me, darling, oh, do I ever like that. Plunge that penis, baby, oh, yes, drive it into me. Oh, keep it going, darling, oh, I like it, honey, oh, I like it, drive that penis in there."

Now he was letting his fingers toy with her ass-cheeks while he kept up that stirring cock action.

Back and forth he was driving that hot tool of his, and the longer that he kept it up, the better that they both liked it.

He had to admit that Daisy was a regular genius when it came to knowing just what it would take to turn a person on in the act of screwing.

He liked the splashing water, and knowing that he was splashing in it nakedly made him feel all the sexier, all the more eager as he kept on plunging that penis ever so vigorously inside of her mound.

"Drive it in there, honey, keep driving it," she said.

"Am I working the cock fast enough?"

"Yes, the tempo is perfect."

"That's good. I like that"

"You like to please me?"

"I live to please you, sweetheart."

"That's good. Oh, yes, baby, oh, I like that."

"Yes, indeed, honey, I just love plunging that penis into your mound."

Now he was squeezing her ass-cheeks with great conviction as he continued to plunge that penis devastatingly inside her mound.

As he kept on plunging, she reached out and grabbed his chest. She loved touching his firm skin as he kept on driving that penis diligently inside her hot mound.

"Drive it in there," she sighed. "Oh, keep plunging, baby, keep on firing away, oh, fire away, baby, drive it into me, oh, I love what you are doing, I love the way you're turning me on. Oh, keep on turning me on, honey, oh, keep on plunging that spear into me."

"You just keep on talking like that, and you know I'm going to turn on. I love hearing you say things like that. It's the greatest pep talk a guy can get. Just perfect pep talk. Oh, I'm really driving that thing into you now, darling, I'm really loving it"

"Just keep it up."

Back and forth he was sliding that stick of his, pushing ever closer to the big moment of climax.

"Ah, I'm just about there now," he said. "Just keep that beautiful body of yours maneuvering just the way it is."

"You like the way my ass-cheeks are flipping around there?"

"I love it Keep those ass-cheeks flipping, I love that beautiful body of yours. Oh, I like your hot mound, I really love plunging my penis into it"

"Oh yes, we're really turned on."

"Yeah, oh, we're really turning on."

As he moved that penis ever more vigorously, moving into the final few stages preceding climax, a stunned Pam continued to watch the sex action.

At first she had been horrified by the entire ordeal, but the longer that she watched them, the more enchanted she became with his entire body, and the manner in which he was putting it to use.

It made her feel shameful to recognize that she was feeling hot down there between her legs from watching her son continue to pummel Daisy with his lengthy rod.

The longer she watched, the more she recognized that he was a fantastic screw, and that she couldn't help but wonder just how convincing he would be provided he had the opportunity to give her the same action.

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Daisy said. "I'm getting set for climax, darling."

"Let's try and get off together."

"Oh, that would be fine with me."

"O.K., flip that tongue of yours around inside my mouth."

"O.K., darling, anything you say."

"I think it would get us that more excited to French. Don't you?"

"I think that that would be the perfect climax, along with the fucking."

"O.K., then let's do it."

"Coming right up."

He let his tongue collide with hers. Back and forth the tongues met with devastating grace. And the passions were multiplying in both of their bodies as he kept up those fervent stabs, driving that penis into her with steady rhythm.

Now he could tell from the way that her body was shaking that she was about ready to orgasm. So he pushed and plunged that penis in her all the more rapidly, determined to provide her with the best possible orgasm.

He finally released his tongue from her mouth, exclaiming:

"I'm going to shoot it off, I'm going to shoot my cock off."

"Oh, I'm orgasming, I'm orgasming right now."

"Brace yourself, baby. Brace yourself for my explosion."

"Oh, yes, honey, I will. Oh, I really will."

"Ah, this is going to be great."

"Hang on."

Now he heaved a lengthy sigh, and as he did so, he wrapped his fingers around her ass-cheeks, letting those fingers clutch with great desire.

"Oh, I feel the juice coming," she gasped. "Drive it in my mound, baby. Oh, I love it. Oh, come on, drive that hot cock in there. Oh, I feel so good, it feels great, darling, oh, what a fuck, what a great fuck."

Pam watched until the very end. She observed them as they kissed, then got out of the pool.

As they began walking toward the house, she moved off quickly, deciding to get into her car and drive away.

The idea terrified her of actually confronting him in the act. She certainly would have to take up this matter with her son at some future point in time, but she didn't want to do it right then and there.

She had tears of frustration in her eyes as she climbed into her car and drove off.

She was already one half block away from the house by the time that they entered the house with their clothes in their hands.

"How'd you like a warm shower?" he asked.

"I hope your mother won't be home anytime soon."

"You'd better get a shower quickly, then I'll follow you. After that, I'll take you back. We don't want to take any chances."

"I guess we don't," Daisy giggled. "Not when we've got something this beautiful going. Would your mother get that uptight if she knew we were balling in the swimming pool?"

"She'd probably have a heart attack," he shook his head. "Either that or she'd ring both of our necks."

"That bad?"

"Yeah. She can be funny about things like that." "No fooling?" "I kid you not, honey."